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her head. How dare he not have her clothing in this room, she thought as she struggled to roll up the long sleeves of the soft material. In truth the robe covered as much of her body as her shift would have, but it was the principle of the matter. The robe's neckline was way to revealing as it was meant for his tall frame and not her petite stature, but it engulfed the rest of her body in large voluminous folds.
    She would voice her displeasure when he returned she vowed, her eyes looking around until they fell upon a silver encrusted hair comb. The anger was much less intimidating than her earlier fear, and she quickly worked the comb through her long thick strands until it fell in damp curls down her back.
    Armon stood outside on the deck and overlooked the moonlit sea. The salty air pleased his senses, and he allowed his mind to wander toward the beauty that awaited him only a few feet away. The sea was calm this evening, and it mellowed his mood even as his loins ached with desire to possess his bride. He enjoyed the night air until he felt she had been given enough time to prepare for his return before making his way back to the cabin.
    Opening the door, he could only smile at the inviting picture she made dressed in his clothing. "My clothes suit you," he spoke kindly, allowing his gaze to roam over her form seductively.
    "Where are my things," she demanded haughtily, her ire increasing at the strange possessive look in his eyes.
    He had been prepared for her anger, but had hoped it was a trial that could wait until the morning, apparently it was not to be so. "Your clothing is unacceptable for a woman in my land, so they remain below deck." He kept his tone calm, not wishing their evening to begin with hostility.
    "Unacceptable?" She could only stare at him as if he had lost his mind. "Then pray tell me what you would have me wear?" The man had no right to tell her how to dress she thought angrily, and he needed to understand she would not tolerate his high-handed behavior.
    He noted the growing rage in her emerald eyes and fought for control. "The servants will have things brought up at first light for your use," he was thankful that the last shipment of clothing for his sister still remained below, or she would have been forced to wear his clothing for the duration of the trip.
    "I do not appreciate you confiscating my things, and demand you return them at once," her chin lifted defiantly as her eyes met his refusing to back down. Her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath as her anger grew.
    "You would do well to remember your place," his voice raised sternly at her disrespectful attitude. He considered himself a man of easy temperance, but the girl would try the patience of a holy man, he thought.
    "My place?" She was infuriated at his condescending attitude. "Perhaps you should explain my place, your Highness!" She wanted to slap the superior look from his handsome face and her small hands balled into fists at her side. "If you think for one moment that I will kneel down and do your bidding, you are sadly mistaken!"
    With quick powerful strides he moved in front of her and grasped her chin. "You would do well to remember that I now own you, and if I choose to throw you overboard not one member on this ship would dare raise an eyebrow!" He had not meant to be so verbal with his new bride, but she needed to learn her duties quickly. Had she made such a comment in his homeland her own life would have been forfeit.
    Her eyes widened at his statement and she felt for the first time the helplessness of her gender, still she refused to give a quarter. "You would be wise to throw me overboard now if you think I will allow you to rule my mind, it will not be so!" The thought of having her life end frightened her, but it was better to give over to death than allow this man to rule her.
    His anger consumed him and without thought his lips found hers, effectively cutting off her vengeful words. The kiss was not tender by